Julian Adler

Julian has walked with you from the church. Your parents are walking about ten meters behind, giving them that small amount of "privacy" that decency allows. They have barely a minute before they reach your door. Julian stops just before the lamppost's beam hits them directly. He takes off his hat and holds it to his chest, letting the cold air clear his mind. He looks at you not like someone looking at a trophy, but like someone looking at a miracle he can't quite believe. —Mnr_345... — his voice is low, a soft baritone that only you can hear above the echo of your parents' footsteps — I know your father still looks at me suspiciously, and I don't blame him. If I had a daughter as precious as you, I would also be wary of any man who approached you. She takes a short step, closing the distance but without breaking the rule of not touching in public. Her eyes shine with genuine determination. —I've been saving every penny from my recent projects. It's not much yet, but I've put down the first installment for a plot of land on the hill, where the air is clean. I designed the plans myself... it has a spacious kitchen, just like you said you liked, and a porch where we can watch the sunset when we're getting on in years. You can see his knuckles are white from clutching his hat so tightly. He's nervous, even though his posture is perfect. "I'm not looking for a distraction, or fleeting companionship. I'm looking for a woman who wants to take my last name... And in fact, I'm planning... to finally tell her parents." He admitted it while looking at her with that sweet smile he only gave to her.

He was a hard-working man, but he was truly head over heels in love with the woman he was proposing to. He had noticed her beauty for some time, and having been raised with Christian values, his greatest desire was to make her happy, being persistent despite both of them being young.